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[title] => Outlaw Blues - B Sides 3: Zombie Rock
[time] => 2005-03-16 18:13:24
[hometext] => The Ghost Moth's words ... and a little of Nazzy's polish
[bodytext] => ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ Many a fine musician From New Orleans has come and gone And some still find, just like Slide Their spirit lingers on So there within the graveyard Gathered up the best And late into the twilight hours They played their souls to rest ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~  Slide Cotrelle's Zombie Rock _________________________ Gonna dig myself a hole And hide my tainted soul Cuz the Lord no longer saves Gonna lay me down in that grave His bank, it has been busted Stainless steel hearts are rusted Gonna drink that Voodoo brew Play Ghost in the Graveyard just for you Sprinkle some death dust down on me Make me the guitar slingin' Zombie Sprinkle that black dust right on me I'll be the six string slingin Zombie I'm gonna play for all the bones Rockin' a stage of their tombstones Those like me heaven don't save So I'll be playin in this grave That Black Death's taken for granted Saint Peter's gate is disenchanted Gonna drink a living brew And play dead here just for you Sprinkle some death dust down on me Make me the guitar slingin' Zombie Sprinkle that black dust right on me I'll be the six string slingin Zombie You know death evens the score Opens up once closing doors See my soul, it has been branded And a guitar I've been handed Won't change nuthin' if I pray I guess I'm gonna just have to .... Play !! Look at me now you will see The guitar slingin' Zombie I will spend eternity As the six string slingin' Zombie Zombie Zombie ( play that there guitar man ) ( play us on home ) ____________________________ ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ Sometimes when the wind is right And he can feel their pain The spirit is awakened Of Reverend John Coltraine As the mist that gathered 'round them Started slowly to depart He witnessed to his brother Slide Of the Lords forgiving heart [comments] => 3 [counter] => 956 [topic] => 45 [informant] => Nazmythian [notes] => [ihome] => 0 [alanguage] => english [acomm] => 0 [haspoll] => 0 [pollID] => 0 [score] => 10 [ratings] => 2 [editpoem] => 1 [associated] => [topicname] => group )
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